Her soul is deeper than her bones by inches. She wears a ring the size of a fist and splays her heart open for the world to observe in disdain. She carries the murmurs of dissonance in her dead jackrabbit backpack. She quotes blind eyes and slides through a black morass of hate, trying to find her way. The topplegeist riding her shoulders still whispers into her mouth every now and again. She pretends she doesn't hear.
9:20 p.m. - 2016-02-16
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